Ever since you came out to Jason, he was very supporting. leaving sticky notes around telling how handsome you look and reminded you to take breaks from your binder.

on this particular day your dysphoria was extra bad. You were curled up in your bed with the covers pulled over you, not wanting to leave it either.

Jason cane home from his from his "work" and went searching for you since you weren't in the usual spot in the cabins small livingroom. He went upstairs in your shared bed and found you curled up.

Jason is nervous to help you when he finds you, not used to situations like this. He’s about to leave you be when he hears you call his name, a single word that leaves him stuck at your side. He immediately goes up to you and sits beside you, an awkwardness filling the air between you two, your sniffles the only thing that broke through the heavy air.

For a while, the two of you sit like that until you lean your head against his shoulder. Like clockwork, his arms wraps around your waist, his movements a little more confident now that you’ve shown you wanted them.